Author's Notes: Well I really didn't plan to take a break off writing…but I did. Anyway, I'll try to update periodically. I HOPE I do. Procrastination can get bad

Anyway, Some OCs from the games may appear or at least be named. I don't go by the show (lost interest after Ash left for the Hoenn region). Some elements from the show may be used though, such as the Pokémon league tournament.

Chapter 6: Bag? The Cat Left it

Amber chuckled. She had spent the whole afternoon engrossed in books she had found online. She was reading one off her BulbaPad. The light from the screen made the text easy to read; however, Amber kept glancing around when anyone got too close to her table. She didn't want them to see what she was reading.

The title would have been enough to alert a passing person what she was reading about. "Tentacruel's Love Tentacles." Amber whispered under her breath. She chuckled again. The story was very dark but it was very romantic as well. The heroine was shipwrecked off her father's boat, being swept off by a wave; she was unfortunately stranded at sea. Not having her Pokémon with her, she couldn't easily reach the boat. Her father was nowhere in sight. Luckily, she could see the boat anchored - being an accident on her part - only a hundred meters away from her floating self. She worried for her father as he had been injured when he shielded her from the first large wave. She wasn't very good at swimming though. She could barely make the first hundred meters before being too tired to continue. Feeling defeated, she didn't notice the tentacles appearing form the water. She was unprepared as she lost control of her body and was plunged into the water. Her arms and legs were held tightly by strong tentacles of a Tentacruel. Scared to death, she only whimpered, releasing a few bubbles as the Tentacruel ripped her clothes to shred. Against the water Pokémon's strength, she was hopeless. She stared at the Pokémon's eyes, seeing a strange light in them. It wasn't until the Pokémon threw away her ripped clothing that she noticed blood seeping out of them. None of the blood could be hers. It wasn't long before a group of Sharpedo were ripping her clothes even more. They had been attracted by the blood.

Amber stopped reading. She hadn't reached any of the passion she had expected. She saw Matt approaching though. She grinned. Matt could satisfy her with another round of hard sex.

Then she noticed the redhead he was with. Her mood soured shortly. She shrugged her shoulders. She knew she could get another chance later. If not, there were always other guys.

Amber went back to her BulbaPad. Her attention switched to the internet. She lost track of time as she read about relationships humans had with Pokémon. She went through web pages, hoping the resort wouldn't be checking on what websites she was visiting. She was almost giggling when she found out there were many videos on the web. She would watch them all when she was back in her room.

Amber's eyes left the BulbaPad and were set on the blond guy she had seen earlier. She hadn't initially seen him as a possible companion. His odd attraction to those two girls she had seen earlier was still fresh on her mind. She was however horny as hell. He wasn't unattractive. Actually, he was the opposite for most teenagers. He had the appearance of a rock star. Amber wasn't that easy to sway, unless the other party was willing to just screw her brains out.

She shut off her BulbaPad and walked towards him. He had sat down on one of the café tables.

"Hey, do you mind if I join you?" Amber asked. Her bright smile caught Samuel off-guard. Her breasts did as well.

"Um…sure."

Amber sat on the opposite side of him. She looked at him for a moment. She could tell he wasn't used to girls – specifically women – approaching him without being infatuated by his looks. She just portrayed friendliness. It seemed to confuse him.

"My name is Amber."

"Samuel. It's nice to meet you, miss."

Amber felt her lip twitch. He was maybe two years younger than her. Did she really look old? She never liked being referred to as a miss or a lady.

She was about to mention something cheesy when she saw a woman come closer to their table. Amber could vaguely remember her as one of the waitresses that had refilled her coffee. She was a few years younger than her – about 16 – and furious. She reached their table. Samuel tried to give her an oblivious smile. "Hey there sweet-"

SMACK! The woman's hand left a dark red mark on the side of his face.

"Stupid asshole! Go fuck yourself!" She stormed off.

Amber tried not bursting into laughter. "I'm going to take a guess and say that happens a lot."

Samuel sighed. "I'd usually lie but I'm sure I've done enough of that for one day. Any more lies and I'll mix up my stories; although, that ship may have left the harbor. Yeah, more often than I'd hope. But I can't help it. I like a girl in a uniform."

Amber rolled her eyes. "I'm guessing you've tried at least three waitresses here already?"

Samuel grinned. "Actually, I'm up to four. Possible number five had a fiancé and happy about it."

"Well, kudos to you, sir."

Samuel's eye twitched. "Second time someone refers to me as sir since I've gotten here."

Amber laughed. "Are you afraid of being your age?"

"How old are you?"

Amber pretended to gasp. "You never ask a woman her age!"

"Well, I'm nineteen."

"I'm twenty-one, sir." She said the last part with a wink.

"So we really aren't that far apart. I take back the miss comment. You're a very beautiful woman, Amber."

"Aww you actually remember my name? I was afraid my boobs had erased your memory."

Samuel shifted his attention away. "It's difficult to miss. You're very…gifted."

Amber laughed. "You love them? They're soft and bouncy. They're all natural, by the way. The only blade that can get close to me is attached to a man and is either in me, my mouth, or my breasts."

She noticed Samuel shift slightly. "That's very…wow."

"I'm sure you're turned on. I'm ready to go back to your room. I promise I won't slap you afterward." She stood up. Samuel did the same. She grabbed his hand and pulled him close. She whispered in his ear. "You can smack my ass like a drum though."

"So do I get anything for beating you?" Matt asked, winking.

Chelsea laughed. "You got owned by that girl."

"That wasn't fair! She's a freaking Pokémon Champion!"

"She's actually a former Champion."

Matt raised an eyebrow. "Former? She lost to a challenger?"

Chelsea glanced around their table. "Actually…I heard she quit."

Matt's eyes widened. "W-what, is that even possible? That's the highest honor a trainer can receive!"

"Well…that's what my brother heard from Flannery. They're close friends because of their…er hobby. Anyway, like around six years ago, there was a conflict between her and Lance. This was before Lance became the Champion. Actually, it's the reason why Lance is the current Kanto Champion. That girl, Samantha, just outright denounced her title and said she had to find a certain trainer. It was on the Kanto news briefly, before the Elite Four silenced the story. It was a huge upset."

"Wow. That was before she went to Johto and Hoenn, right?"

Chelsea nodded. "Yep, and oddly, she went in opposite order than the norm. With how the Pokémon were discovered, trainers from Kanto usually go to Johto first. But yeah…she quit."

"Oh. She lost against the Hoenn Champion, right?"

"Well, she beat the Elite Four. However at that time, Steven was off training his Pokémon. She never had an official match. That's the reason people believe she went to the Johto region. She didn't break a sweat against the gym leaders. Hell, she still holds the record for beating all eight in less than a week!"

"She beat them in a week?! How did she pull that off? It takes more than a day to travel between some of those gyms."

Chelsea shrugged. "I have no clue. She probably flew? Each gym match was recorded though. She was present in each match so it wasn't fixed or anything. She really did do it in less than a week."

Matt leaned against his chair. He sighed. "That girl is a monster at Pokémon battling. Did you see how she didn't even say one command?"

Chelsea grinned. "There's a few popular theories: some say Mew possessed her and gave her psychic abilities; some say she trains her Pokémon down to the bone for at least twelve hours a day; and some, like me, say that she just has an incredible connection with her Pokémon. You can tell she loves them and they love her back. Every time she fights a strong trainer – uh no offense to you- she gathers her Pokéballs and does a silent prayer."

"Hey…how do you know so much about her?"

Chelsea laughed. She blushed slightly. "Well, I'm a big fan of hers. I've seen almost every single televised battle she's had. The only one I haven't seen is the battle between her and the current Viridian Gym leader. Supposedly, only those two have a copy of the tape. I heard it was one of her best battles."

Matt smiled. "I bet it was good. So, Chelsea, what do you want to do now?"

Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Good way to change the subject of the conversation, right?" She laughed. "I'm up for anything."

Matt winked at her. "Anything?"

Chelsea rolled her eyes again. "I have some limits."

They got up and headed toward the guest rooms.

Chelsea stopped him for a moment. "Actually, I was wondering…you're not into Pokephilia, right?"

Matt flinched. "What?"

"You know…sex with Pokémon."

Matt looked bewildered. "People do that?"

Chelsea chuckled. "You're green, that's good. Come on."

Matt let her drag him to the rooms. "Wait, so are you a uh-"

Chelsea shook her head. "I like messing with guys and girls, not Pokémon. My brother is a hardcore believer in it though. I love him to death but it's kinda creepy when you walk in on him with a male Charizard. Don't get me wrong, I like gay couples. I just felt bad walking in with his girl-"

"Wait! Your brother and Flannery…are they both…"

Chelsea laughed. "Yeah, they're close friends and they both do stuff like that. It's kind of interesting actually. Hot and Heavy in Hoenn is rather fascinating. I never thought Flannery would look so nice with her legs spread op-"

Matt laughed. "For someone who isn't interested in it, you seem to know a lot."

Chelsea pouted. "Well Flannery was my friend too. I couldn't be mean when she opened up about it."

Matt squeezed her hands. "I understand."

She smiled at him. "Thanks. Anyway…let's go have some fun."

Matt grinned.

Dylan unbuttoned his long sleeve collared shirt. His skin was lightly tanned. Although he was slim, his upper body had a firm build. He placed his shirt on the sofa chair.

His Charmeleon stared at him with patient eyes. "Char."

Dylan chuckled. He turned around and kissed Charmeleon on the nose. "I'm almost ready."

As he worked on his pants, Charmeleon started pawing to help get them down. Once they were off, Charmeleon stared at Dylan's member shortly. Charmeleon worked on taking the whole thing into his mouth. Dylan stroked Charmeleon's protruded horn gently. Charmeleon cooed, working harder to please his trainer.

Dylan leaned against the bed. With Charmeleon swallowing his penis whole, Dylan started to move his hips forward rhythmically.

The pressure on his pelvis began to increase, becoming unbearable. He grunted as he shot his seed into Charmeleon's mouth. Charmeleon continued to lick off the last few drops off his tip.

Dylan grabbed Charmeleon from the hips and positioned him on his lap. Charmeleon wasted no time in plunging his trainer's member into his tight anus. It took a bit to loosen up and allow it to fully enter. Dylan held onto Charmeleon's hips as Charmeleon placed his claws on Dylan's shoulders.

Dylan tried to take it easy with some slow thrusting. Charmeleon was never patient however. Soon, the red Pokémon was bouncing up and down Dylan's cock. The Pokémon showed to be enjoying the anal sex. His tongue was slightly outside of his mouth. He was panting as much as Dylan.

Soon enough, Dylan felt the pressure increase again. Charmeleon felt it as well. They both quickened their pace. Their breathing became frantic as they humped each other furiously. Dylan closed his eyes and pushed Charmeleon harder onto his pelvis. He felt his seed shoot out into Charmeleon tight sphincter. It took several spasmodic thrusts to shoot out the rest of his cum.

Charmeleon slowly got up and sat near Dylan's face. Charmeleon had yet to ejaculate. Dylan hungrily took his Pokémon into his mouth. He pleasured his Pokémon with all his love.

Melinda sighed in relief. She was lying in one of the resort's square hot tubs. The water was warm enough to make her flush. She was happy the resort allowed each guest to have their own room. She never liked having to share the hot bath area.

On the opposite side of the room, there was a digital clock to show how much time she had left and how hot the room was. On each side of the tub were sensors that changed color the moment she sunk under the level of the water. She figured that they made sure she wouldn't accidently get too flushed and drown.

Melinda rested her head on the soft towel supplied to her. Next to it were her water-proof Pokégear and the bathrobe she had neglected the moment she reached the water. She cooed as the water soothed her pale skin. The hot bath was designed at an angle which gently and comfortably held her body in place. It was like lying on a bed dipped into the water.

As she let herself slowly slip into a light sleep, a thin blue fin broke through the surface. It was silent and unnoticeable to Melinda however. She was too busy relaxing. Slowly it crept closer to her. It stopped right before her. Then it began to sink into the water. Melinda stirred a little as she felt something soft and moist rub against her exposed genitalia. She was almost asleep by this point; she paid little attention to the semi-transparent silhouette near her legs.

Starting off as slow prodding, the creature began to quicken its pace with its small pink tongue. As the Pokémon became increasingly aroused, its disguise dematerialized. The form of a male Vaporeon was now visible. The Pokémon's gentle licks were now intense and deep. The Pokémon's tongue was small but he tried to reach as far as possible inside Melinda.

The woman began to stir. Her hips started moving his direction. He took this as a cue to increase his attack on her groin. His mouth was opened wide and pressed tightly against Melinda's labia. His rhythmic strokes were making Melinda pant. Unconsciously, she grabbed Vaporeon's head and pushed him against her vagina.

Vaporeon struggled against her grip but pleased the woman as she requested with her body. Melinda moaned and gasped as her vaginal juices shot into Vaporeon's mouth. He kept his actions until he milked all of her juices. Melinda's body relaxed slightly as he withdrew his tongue. Melinda was smiling. Vaporeon still looked ready for more.

He stepped back a few feet and then swam towards her. He used his momentum to penetrate Melinda. His penis wasn't very thick but it was several inches long. It wasn't able to maintain the hardness regular Pokémon had but it was necessary for it to be limp for his kind. In order to mate, a Vaporeon needed a different characteristic when your partner's composition was usually closer to water.

Because of this, Melinda didn't feel any pain as his member filled her inner walls. It wasn't until it began to expand that she gasped, finally waking up. Vaporeon used the water around them to manipulate the size of his penis. Melinda couldn't help but moan as her walls were rubbed in every way. She was filled exactly. Vaporeon's thrusting wasn't meant to penetrate deeper, but only to force the water and his penis to move.

Melinda couldn't take it. Her pussy was filled with warmness and being caressed and rubbed gently and quickly. She couldn't compare the feeling to anything else. She wasn't a virgin, nowhere close, but she didn't feel like a man had invaded her. No, she felt like it was something even better. She tried to arch her back and see who it was but she jerked back down. She swore it wasn't more than twenty seconds before she came hard. She had never hit it that fast nor that hard. She stifled a scream as she squeezed her legs around whomever or whatever was fucking her. It was slippery; she was unable to grab the violator tightly. She struggled as she wanted something to squeeze. She couldn't find anything. She panted; her vision went blurry, almost black. Her hands scrambled to grab anything firm. She resorted to the bath's edge. She was in complete ecstasy and mercy of her violator.

Vaporeon continued his attack past an hour. By then, he could feel his body readying for ejaculation. He withdrew from her vagina and swam towards her face. Without warning, he shoved himself into Melinda's mouth. She gagged momentarily but her throat became accustomed to Vaporeon's cock with surprising ease.

He frantically humped her face until he felt his thick cum squirt straight down into her throat, completely bypassing her mouth. Exhausted, he withdrew himself and floated with ease on the water. Melinda stared in disbelief. She screamed.

Leila yawned. She stretched her arms over her head. The last remaining buttons on her shirt had been undone sometime in her sleep. She groaned as she felt her joints creak and pop slightly. When she let her arms fall down to her sides, her shirt slid off partially.

Next to her in bed was her boss, Abigail. The voluptuous vixen had the nicest skin tone she'd ever seen. It was like a light chocolate color. Her dark brown hair was masking her face, revealing only her cheek. Leila bent over and kissed her softly. Abigail hummed and murmured her name. Leila gave her a gentle squeeze on her shoulder. Abigail gave Leila's hand a soft squeeze in return.

Leila shifted her weight. As quietly as possible, she tried to get out of bed. Her partner stayed asleep even when Leila almost tripped over her. Once up, she discarded her white top. Two long scars formed an X on her back. The scars were difficult to hide with how pale her skin was. Leila paid no attention to them. Her night's lover had similar scars.

Next, she unzipped her shirt, letting it fall on the floor. The cool air rushed to her naked form. Her nipples started to harden. She shivered. She wanted a warm bath.

She grabbed a random towel in the bathroom's closet and her bag with her personal toiletries. The bathroom had a rectangular shower. It was large enough for two people to bathe comfortably. The water felt great on her white flesh. Steam quickly filled the room. Leila began to sing to herself as she bathed.

After a good ten minutes, she felt the shower door slide open. Leila smiled as two slender arms wrapped around her stomach. The owner's chest poked her in the back. Leila gasped as she flinched. She relaxed herself and allowed Abigail to massage her front. Abigail's hands found her opening, working on her clitoris. Leila moaned. She placed her hand over Abigail's and mimicked her actions. She leaned against Abigail as they both worked together.

The shower ended up lasting almost an hour. They would take turns on each other. Leila found out how sensitive Abigail's nipples were. She had her boss whimpering every time Leila nibbled on them. Abigail was already familiar with Leila's pleasure spots. By the time they got out, they were almost out of breath.

"So that was nice." Abigail whispered in Leila's ear.

Leila kissed her on the lips. "I really enjoyed it. I'm actually relaxed."

"I'm glad."

As they dressed, they didn't break eye contact. Both of them were smiling and giggling. Leila felt like a high school girl.

Once they were ready, Abigail cupped Leila's cheek with her hand. "Lei, do you like my company?"

Leila wrapped her arms around her boss. "Of course I do!"

Abigail seemed a bit nervous. "Well…would you have an open mind about something? I understand if you are against it afterward. I just ask that you let me show you first."

Leila laughed. "You fucked me with several toys yesterday and then ate me out like crazy. What else did you have in mind? I'm up for it as long as it's with you."

"Well…I'll show you here."

Abigail motioned for Leila to sit on the bed. She went to the sofa and picked up a Pokéball from her bag. She let out a Machamp. Her Pokémon sat down on the sofa. Leila didn't understand what Abigail had in mind…until she began undressing.

Leila stared with her mouth wide open as her boss stripped naked and allowed Machamp to hold her over his lap. With one of his four arms, he unbuckled his belt and lowered his black tights, revealing a thick penis, around seven inches. He wasted no time in penetrating Abigail all the way down to the hilt. His upper arms fondled her breasts while the lower ones moved Abigail up and down.

Leila could barely see Machamp's thick, blue-gray member. Abigail bounced up and down too rapidly; she could only see a blur. But she knew one thing for sure: she couldn't stand the sight. She watched as Machamp's thrusts became faster. He shot his load quickly. Abigail panted heavily and let herself collapse against Machamp's body. He released himself from her and placed her on the sofa.

"I…know…it looks…weird…but it feels…amazing."

Leila stepped back. She was slightly shaking. "H-how can you…with one of them?"

Abigail grinned sheepishly. "I never liked actual guys. When I caught Machokes, I lost it one night. I used to get so lonely travelling through my home region. Let's just say two are better than one."

"I'm l-leaving."

Leila attempted to reach the door but the Machamp was in her way. "Please, Lei. You said you would if it involved me. Just give it a try?"

Leila sighed. She opened her mouth to refuse but couldn't say no. Abigail had very sad puppy eyes. "Okay…fine."

Abigail clapped. "Yay! I'm glad. I'm sure you'll like it. They're very loyal and sweet."

Leila winced. "They?"

Before she could say more, Abigail sent out a second Machamp. The first one sneaked behind her. He fondled her while he undressed her. The second Machamp was already rubbing against her lower lips, his fingers too thick to insert right away. Leila's legs gave in. The first Machamp caught her. He had finished undressing her. The second Machamp slowly penetrated her from the front. She gasped. Leila's body wasn't used to something as thick as Machamp. He worked slowly to loosen her up. She clenched hard against him. It took some soft prodding from Abigail to get her to unclench. While the second Machamp got acquainted with her vagina, the first Machamp rubbed his tip against her asshole. Leila yelped in pain as he pushed into her. It hurt tremendously but the Machamps were busy pleasuring her. Within minutes, she forgot about the pain. Their hands were constantly caressing her, whether it was her ass, her breasts, her thighs, or her shoulders. She shivered as spasms took over her body.

Their thrusts became faster than she was used to. She realized that they were literally slamming into her. She could barely scream out. The sound was lost in her throat. It didn't take long for both Machamps to twitch inside her. They both pushed themselves all the way inside Leila. Their thrust became erratic but deep as they filled her with cum. She could feel their thick seed filling her ass and vagina.

When they removed themselves from her, it wasn't to stop. The Machamp behind her sat down on the bed and inserted himself back inside her ass. Leila gasped. The second Machamp grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He rubbed his tip against her opening for a second. Then he went in her, down to the hilt. The two Machamps resumed their previous fervor.

Abigail was still trying to catch her breath on the sofa. She gave Leila a pleading look, hoping that she was enjoying it. Leila smiled at her. Her boss smiled back at her, relieved.

Once again, sorry about the delay. I'm back on track. I'm finally planning the chapters ahead of time xD

Hope you like the story! Expect many more chapters!